The Great Library of Palanthas

Astinus' Office

Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn.

The librarian notices you aren't reading anything... Astinus hands a heavy leather-bound book to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Khin' scribed in deep black ink. As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Khin's book..


Author: Khin Date: Thu Dec 11 08:41:35 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart With a resounding thud, Khin woke suddenly. He noticed someone through the flap of the carriage, walking rather leisurly. He squinted towards the person and noticed that it was none other than "Dharisath!". It immediately occured to him that that thieving bastard must have taken his stash of illegal mind altering substances, which he had just acquired from a wil drunner mage, and rushed to open his case. To his dismay, and afterwards his surprise, he found his supply of herbs (which he had conveniently placed atop a pillow) missing, but in their stead he found a rather ornate looking blade which seemed to possess him at the sight of it. Khin completly forgot about his now missing nefarious stock, and after some time of staring at the strange blade, reached to grab it. As soon as he grasped it into his hand, it seemed to take hold of him somehow, he felt a surge of energy and anger. The blade's handle seemed to curve in just the right way as to fit his hand. Khin spent quite some time admiring the blade, turning it several times to get a good look at it. Khin now decided to get off the carriage. He thought he may sell this dagger in Palanthas, or perhaps keep it for himself? In any case, there was no more need to stay on the caravan. His drugs were gone and Freeport was no fun without any drugs. He hopped off the carriage and made his way towards Palanthas. He proceeded to walk, excessively paying attention to his new acquisition. The passers-by in the caravan were also eyeing the blade curiously. Upon reaching Palanthas, Khin was quite sufficiently enthralled with the dagger. It's shape, its colours, its spotless blade, its perfect balance had all appealed to him greatly. But above all, he loved the possession it had over him...the power. Khin was known to be somewhat sexually deviant, and well the dagger was becoming somewhat of a...fetish item for him. He was so taken by this thing, in fact, that he had failed to realise that he was brandishing a shiny blade in broad daylight in one of the most heavily guarded cities in Krynn; It was not before long that he began to hear -hear like never before - footsteps rushing towards him. Khin looked up to find a Solamnic soldier rushing towards him, his hand on his hilt. "Throw down your weapon!" the soldier yelled towards him as he was approaching him. "I...I..don't..." Khin returned, obviously quite confused. The soldier unsheathed his sword as he ran towards Khin and thundered once again "Throw down your weapon, or ill be forced to take action!" Khin felt his hand grip tightly on the blade, and began to raise his arm, apparantly not out of choice. "I...can't.." Khin muttered confusedly. The Solamnic then raised his weapon, still running towards Khin. With that, Khin took aim and threw the blade towards his target. A scream was heard from the Solamnic before the dagger connected with his throat and turned his screams into choking . Blood gushed from the Solamnic's throat and mouth as he collapsed to the floor. Khin was always better at expressing himself with a weapon rather than with words, but this time it different. He would have never have accurately hit his target before, not in a million wanings of Solinari. Furthermore, he felt like he had not even decided to take aim at the Solamnic; It was somehow decided for him. Khin shook his head at all these thoughts and rushed towards the corpse, and with a single pull reconnected with his beloved dagger. Khin now had to make haste, such a crime would undoubtedly be discovered quickly, and it was best for him to clear the scene. He ran out of the gates of the city, dagger still in hand -he had no intention of letting go of it, even to sheath it on his belt. All he could do now, all he could think of now, was to run..as far as he could. But before long, a sudden weariness began to take hold of him. Author: Khin Date: Thu Dec 11 08:43:39 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart cont. He began to slow down, his mind began to weigh heavy, his vision blurred. He finally collapsed in a heap somewhere in the forest, not even him knowing where. He later recalled that the effects he had suffered were much like those of the red and b lue herbs he's accustomed to acquire from shady looking wildrunner magi. He lay there face down in the mud, the dagger still grasped tightly in his hand.

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